Drake - 2 Hard 4 The Radio

Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah, yeah, ayy
Alright, look

Listen up, it's about to be smoke
Ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the game
They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
My young boys from the Yoc goin' crazy
I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded
I pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yankin' already, I said yank
In the city and I really got rank
You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked
I really blow M's for the fun of it
New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it
Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It
Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit

Woah, woah, livin' large, yeah
And I put that on citas and the boulеvard
When I lost big Nadia, I took it hard
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hеarts
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
Too hard for the fuckin' radio
Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio
Too hard for the fuckin' radio